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Chang Xi noticed a pair of round, bright eyes.

"Meow~"

The owner got up and took the cat away, saying, "This is my cat, Mimi. I'm sorry."

Chang Xi was now in an awkward position.

Huo Dongjun looked at her with interest. "So you thought I was rubbing my legs under the table?"

She didn't speak.

"Miss Chang, I am indeed very interested in you, but that doesn't warrant such rudeness."

"I understand," Chang Xi said, wishing she could bury her head in the bowl.

Gu Qingfeng's eyes were filled with disappointment and frustration. How could such a good person be so easily bewitched by male beauty?

She tried to eat her rice and keep a low profile, but suddenly her hands stopped moving.

Huo Dongjun glanced sideways, "Did you choke because you ate too fast?"

She shook her head and mechanically chewed.

Looks like tonight will be a sleepless night.

The guesthouse was quiet at night, except for the faint sound of traditional opera coming from the owner's room.

"Xi Xi, should we end the broadcast?" Hong Yan asked.

"No, not yet," Chang Xi said.

Are there any more programs?

I don't know.

What is Chang Xi trying to do? Why isn't he saying anything and is he deliberately adding more screen time?

[It's definitely because they're hoping to become famous through this show.]

A group of hostile netizens suddenly flooded into the live stream, and strangely, most of them were targeting Chang Xi.

Some viewers in the live stream couldn't stay up any longer and ended the broadcast, leaving only a few people sticking on.

Gu Qingfeng drank too much water that night and got up to go to the toilet. Standing in the hallway, he could still hear faint opera music coming from the boss's room. "It's so late and he's still listening to opera."

The guesthouse owner actually likes these outdated things.

He turned to go back to his room.

A light, airy female voice drifted into his ears, "Did I sing badly?"

Gu Qingfeng froze. Only Chang Xi and Yan Feishuang were female guests at the guesthouse, but the female voice behind him did not belong to either of them.

A thin, calloused hand rested on Gu Qingfeng's shoulder. Behind him stood a young woman with pretty but somewhat haggard features, her breath warm and sweet in his ear, "I'm so lonely, can you help me?"

"No, that's not a good idea," Gu Qingfeng stammered, "I already have a girlfriend."

"I don't need you to do anything, just release my friends, okay?"

Gu Qingfeng wanted to refuse, but his body wouldn't obey him. He went downstairs, found a cleaver in the kitchen, and went back upstairs.

Boom, boom, boom.

Gu Qingfeng stomped his feet firmly, with the force of wanting to break through the floorboards.

Everyone in the room except Chang Xi, who hadn't slept at all, was woken up by a loud noise.

All five doors opened at the same time.

I always knew I'd see good things when I stayed up late!

[Gu Qingfeng holding a knife?]

Lu Wenli cursed with his eyes closed, "Gu Qingfeng? Are you out of your mind? Why aren't you sleeping in the middle of the night, and you're waving a knife around everywhere?"

Yan Feishuang yawned. "Are you hungry? There are leftovers in the fridge, heat them up and eat them."

Gu Qingfeng ignored them, gripped the knife in his hand, and slashed at the chains, causing the door to tremble.

Everyone has regained consciousness.

Was he sleepwalking?

[A slight smile: Impossible.]

Tang Wan quickly pulled Gu Qingheng out of the quilt.

"What are you doing, Mom?" Gu Qingheng put on his glasses, his hair was a little messy, but he wasn't angry when his mother pulled him up.

Tang Wan handed him her phone. "Does Qingfeng have a habit of sleepwalking?"

"How is that possible? The second son has the best sleep quality in the family, like a pig," Gu Qingheng said in surprise before she could see clearly. "Wait, something's wrong with the second son's eyes."

Chang Xi tentatively took two steps forward. "Gu Qingfeng, what do you want to do?"

Gu Qingfeng stood there dumbfounded, then cut the chains, walked into the room, and said, "Let them out."

"Who should I put in?" Huo Dongjun followed him into the room.

Everyone came in and took a look.

Gu Qingfeng walked to the bedside and looked up at the two paper figures hanging on the wall.

He bit his finger until it bled.

Chang Xi was shocked. "Stop him!"

It's too late.

Gu Qingfeng's bloodied finger touched the paper figure's empty eyes.

【What's wrong? I don't understand!】

Those who sit on paper effigies know that paper effigies shouldn't have eyes; you have to put eyes on them.

[He survived!]

Before they could get close, they were thrown back by a blast of air and crashed into the wall.

Gu Qingfeng lowered his head, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

The paper figure gracefully descended and stood motionless on the ground.

Gu Qingfeng regained consciousness, looked up and saw the two paper figures and Chang Xi and the others leaning against the wall. He asked in surprise, "You came to someone's wife's room in the middle of the night to take her paper figures to play with? Isn't that a bit impolite?"

They watched him warily, or more precisely, at the paper figure in front of him.

The paper figure suddenly raised its head and turned it 180 degrees.

"Ah! Ahhh~"

Gu Qingfeng's hair stood on end. Forgetting all manners, he stepped onto one side of the bed and ran to the other side.

Just stay away from these two paper figures.

"A ghost! A ghost!"

The paper figure seemed to recognize its own limbs for the first time, stiffly moving them one by one.

"Why is this thing choppy?" Chang Xi raised an eyebrow.

Huo Dongjun: "Loading?"

"What a joke! What a joke! The paper doll has turned into a fleshy doll!"

"Why is it singing now?" Shen Kongming asked, puzzled. "Is it even playing an instrumental?"

The paper figure sang while moving its hands and feet, its voice flat and lifeless.

"I was originally a dyer, a painter, a weaver, a paste brush user; I have neither guts nor kidneys..."

The man and woman, singing in harmony, actually created a rather pleasant atmosphere.

"It rhymes!" Chang Xi exclaimed in surprise.

The paper figures' singing stopped abruptly, and four eyes stared intently at them, as if a disconnected signal had been reconnected.

"Master, what should we do?" Lu Wenli asked.

"What do we do?" Chang Xi swallowed hard, then took off running. "Run, of course!"

Why are you running?

Isn't she very capable?

[She only managed because someone helped her before; she definitely couldn't have done it alone.]

[If you've watched the previous episodes, you'll know that Chang Xi only borrowed Huo Dongjun's spiritual power in Jinqian Village; otherwise, she handled everything on her own.]

Are paper dolls really that amazing?

"Of course, just look at how fast Chang Xi ran away; you can tell he's exceptionally skilled."

[A gentle smile: This child must have endured a lot of hardship to achieve this speed. (crying face emoji)]

Chang Xi is doing better now; she even has "mommy fans" (fans who are very devoted to her).

As a fan of Chang Xi, I really wanted to make him suffer a bit, but he's just someone with flexible boundaries; I can't feel sad at all.

[I'm still very curious. If the Lingzhu sect can't raise such a demonic orb, Changxi's sect must be quite peculiar.]

Lu Wenli waved goodbye and followed, "Ah! Master, you ran off without me again!"

"Can't you follow me yourself?" Chang Xi ran into the courtyard and suddenly stopped, with people bumping into him one after another.

She was pinned at the bottom.

The paper figure had caught up, grinning broadly and clapping its hands loudly.

"Get out of here!" Chang Xi almost choked on his breath.

Suddenly feeling a lightness on his body, Chang Xi turned to the side.

A steel knife was pressed against her cheek and plunged into the ground.